Chapter 304: Xing Hui, My Disciple
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Lu Zheng Yue escorted his younger sister back to the General’s Manor before hastily returning to the medical clinic. He had to stand guard at all times—desperate commoners in turmoil were far more fearsome than the plague itself.
Lu Chao Chao lay on the bed, staring at the sky lit by the glow of burning corpses. Yet no matter how high the flames blazed, they could never burn away all the dead. It was endless—utterly endless.
“Chao Chao, don’t be afraid. Sister A’Ning is here with you.” Wen Ning, having finished washing Chao Chao, patted her small belly gently, humming a lullaby.
Exhausted from the day’s events, Lu Chao Chao soon drifted into deep slumber.
The dead of night was silent, the world at rest.
Suddenly, Lu Chao Chao’s eyes flew open. She sensed the presence of an evil spirit—and alongside it, the chaotic, fragmented aura of divine energy.
She glanced at Sister A’Ning, then stealthily sent a wisp of spiritual energy to protect her.
The little one clambered off the bed using both hands and feet. Dressed only in her inner robes, she took tiny, quick steps toward the door before slipping out into the night.
The desolate city was eerily silent, its darkness oppressive.
With her small stature and spiritual energy concealing her presence, Lu Chao Chao moved unnoticed.
Following the lingering traces of corrupt energy, she soon spotted a shadowy figure.
“Return the souls…”
“Return the souls…”
The man had sharp brows and piercing eyes, his face strikingly handsome—yet his gaze was unfocused, his mind lost.
With every three steps, he fell to his knees, bowing low to the ground as he muttered the words over and over again. Each time his forehead struck the earth, the black mist surrounding him thickened, while the divine incense that once clung to him grew ever fainter.
He had searched for so long that he had lost himself.
He was on the brink of falling into the abyss of endless darkness.
“You already found her, didn’t you? Your obsession has faded. Why haven’t you gone home?” Lu Chao Chao trailed after him.
“Did you cause this plague?” she pressed. “These people have the aura of divine protection—did they anger a god?”
She followed him, step by step, watching him bow again and again, offering his most sincere devotion to the heavens.
She watched as he approached the entrance of an underground palace.
A sharp unease pricked her heart.
At that moment, a fierce gale rose, whipping up clouds of dust and sand. The storm howled, blinding her eyes.
The winds forced her back, but she gritted her teeth, steadying herself.
“What are you trying to do?” she whispered.
Before her eyes, the evil spirit lifted off the ground, floating in the center of the swirling storm.
“Those who defile her tomb… must die.”
“This world… she sacrificed everything for it, offering her very bones to the land itself. Yet how have they repaid her?”
“Why have they disturbed her eternal rest?” His voice was soft, but his crimson eyes burned with fury.
“They all deserve to die… every last one…”
“This wretched world—is it truly worth her sacrifice?”
“The Heavens are unjust, the Heavens are unjust, the Heavens are unjust…!”
“I shall forsake my divinity… and plunge into the depths of hell… I shall tear down this—”
Lu Chao Chao gasped.
Pain seared her chest, burning hot. She yelped in shock, fumbling in her robes and pulling out the Divine Register.
“It’s so hot! Why is the Divine Register burning?” she cried.
The book fluttered open on its own, its pages flipping wildly until it landed on one specific entry—
The Night of the War God Xing Hui’s Fall.
His name pulsed erratically, thick black mist spreading across the text.
A fragmented vision appeared.
She saw a man in silver armor, wielding a godly sword, standing high above the mortal realm.
He had forsaken the heavens, shattered his own pride.
Three steps, then a deep bow. Forehead striking the ground. Step by step, he wove a shattered soul back together.
“Master… return home…”
“Master, I have come to weave your soul…”
“Master… it is time to go home.”
After Lu Chao Chao’s sacrifice, her soul had shattered, its pieces scattered across the Three Realms. Even she no longer knew how many fragments there were.
But he—
He had bowed for days, for years, for centuries…
Until he had lost himself, his divine spirit fading, his name forgotten, his past erased.
Only his mission remained.
To weave her soul back together.
To bring her home.
Lu Chao Chao raised her head, eyes welling with tears, yet stubbornly refusing to let them fall.
“Xing Hui!”
Her cry tore through the storm, breaking the evil spirit’s chant.
She pointed at him, her breath ragged.
The gale whipped her hair into disarray, strands flying over her eyes. Xing Hui turned.
He stared directly at her.
Lu Chao Chao’s lips trembled. Red-eyed, she whispered, “Xing Hui… come here.”
The War God, teetering on the edge of falling into corruption, stilled.
She hadn’t even recognized her own disciple.
She was so foolish.
In her memory, Xing Hui had been a bright, laughing youth, a righteous soul who longed to wield his sword for justice.
But now…
He was shrouded in dark energy, lost within his thousand-year-long prayer.
Suspended in midair, he gazed at her in silence.
“If you don’t come to me… I won’t forgive you,” Lu Chao Chao pouted, crossing her arms.
“If you don’t come… I’ll tell your followers all your embarrassing secrets.”
“Hmph! The almighty War God once dug a hole in my spirit melon, scooped it out, and then—”
“He peed inside it! I cut it open and got splashed all over!”
The evil spirit shuddered violently.
In an instant, he was standing before her.
He stared at her blankly, his lost gaze filled with confusion. His lips parted slightly…
“Do not fall into darkness,” she whispered.
If a god abandoned the heavens, they would be hunted for eternity.
“I’m not afraid. I’m back now. I will never leave again.” Lu Chao Chao lightly touched his fractured soul.
His divine essence was fragile, his godhood crumbling, barely a step away from becoming an evil spirit.
The sky began to brighten.
From her storage space, Lu Chao Chao retrieved a jade bottle, sealing Xing Hui’s soul within it.
Then, she turned her gaze back toward the Desolate City.
The city was ablaze with light, the distant sounds of uproar growing louder.
Lu Chao Chao hurried back.
Outside the General’s Manor, a massive crowd had gathered. Desperate citizens, their faces covered in horrifying red sores, screamed in despair.
“General Lu, you lied to us!”
“We’re doomed! There’s no way out!!”
Lu Zheng Yue stood firm at the gates. “His Majesty has sent Imperial Physicians. No citizen will be abandoned! Believe in the Emperor!”
“Lies! All lies! The Imperial Physicians have no cure!”
“The city is out of control! His Majesty has ordered… to slaughter us all!”
Their hope had shattered—only desperation remained.
“If the plague cannot be contained… then the city will be purged.”
“We must escape! If we charge the gates, we can break free!”